They Built up their metropolises
Their hives
Forged through generations
And on the back of spent lives
Their very bones now a part of the structures
Remaining within their concrete tombs
Why?
Just so we can get fat and watch television?
Follow the paths that they have carved for us?
To create and build what we want,
If we’re lucky?
And what we’re forced to,
For very little pay or compensation,
If we’re not?
To sell our very life blood?
No, it’s not the artists that have sold their souls
That’s a great big lie
To make you too afraid to be free
To live and enjoy life as you please
That’s what they would have you believe
And so they danced with the forest children
Until they got bored and wanted to make something new
Something big
Something they could live inside
The cycle restarts
And it didn’t restart just for a single man
Or one
Or even a few
It restarted as a concept
It restarted as a reality far beyond the grasps of an intellect
Like a universal calling
But without knowing what number
You were going to get next
It burns in the fires of Babylon
down to the river Ganges
and bleeding onwards into the Styx
Where the flood of the Nile
Turns and bores it’s way backwards
It could be on any planet
In the dream of any species conscious enough to care
It could be made amongst the stars
It could be in the malls and the parking lots filled with your cars
It could be in the vessels of the unknown and in between times
It could be a flash in the pan
Or it could last a life span
That it was here at all
That was the point
It travels upwards and onwards
And to and fro
It has no concept of stop
It only wants to evolve as it grows and grows
It’s there and it’s us
It’s apart and it dissolves
To be one and to be all
Or to be none and nothing
That’s the question that our fears are quick to resolve
Looking into it
Until you cannot look away
That’s the madness that keeps people slaves
The cycle is never really the same
It’s more like a spiral that knows where it’s been
And to do this dance of life
I would do it all over again
And I’m sure that I will
Just for the thrill
After all this time
I can’t help but wonder still
Where it all will be found. . .
And so it will be
Just as it’s been before
Back into the forest they’ll go
To live in their never ending homes
Becoming the children
That they used to know